Dad, Louis Paul Pavlovich, was born on July 26, 1895, in
Yugoslavia, in a village called Ragatich (? on spelling). His
house was not far from where Tony Pavlovich was born. The
village was near the town of Dubrovnick. Dad's father and
mother were Paul Pavlovich and Anna Obradovich.

Dad came to the United States in 1905 and lived in Los
Angeles and Bisbee. He worked in these resturants in L.A.,
Golden West Cafe and 5th Street Cafe in L. A. In Bisbee there was
the Martin Cafe (1924), Goodfellows Cafe (Brewerey Gulch - 1930),
The White House Cafe (1928), and the Grand Cafe (Lowell- 1938).
Dad became a U. S. Citizen on May 23, 1927 at the age of 42.
According to the records he was 5 feet 9 inches tall, had hazel
eyes, and brown hair.

Mom, Nellie Miletich, was born on March 12, 1893, in the
small town of Shupa, about five miles from Dubrovnik. Her mother
and father were Nick Miletich and Lucy Sambrailo. She came to
the United States in 1910.

Dad and Mom were married on November 26, 1911, at St.
Anthony Catholic Church on Grand Ave. and Alpine in Los Angeles.
The priest was Rev. Manuel Goncalez Labrador and their attendants
were Stane Vusich, Mom's sister, and A.M. Kristovich. Dad was 26
years old and Mom was 18 years old.

The first home they lived in was at 447 Gladys Ave in L.A.
They lived there until May 5, 1919. In Bisbee they lived at 132
B Opera Drive.

Mom became a U. S. Citizen November 19, 1935. The records
said she was 5 feet 5 inches tall, brown eyes and gray hair. She
was 42 years old.

Dad died on March 31, 1942, he was 56 years old. Mom died
on October 20, 1973, she was 80 years old.

They had 8 children : from oldest to youngest...

Anna, born on September 28, 1912 ... died on July 10, 1996

Paul, born on January 28, 1915 ... died on March 8, 1993

Lucy, born on January 9, 1919

Nicholas (Nick), born on March 15, 1921

Louie, born on July 26, 1923

Helen, born on July 9, 1927

Leo, born on April 4, 1933

Stella, born on July 4, 1936

Memories about Dad

From Lucy.....

Dad worked 365 days a year but on occasion, when not feeling
well, he stayed home and made coconut cream pies for us. Oh they
were good, I can still hear mama saying "Louie, Louie you're
using too much milk."

When dad worked at the Good Fellows Cafe on Brewery Gulch,
Paul would go down in the morning and bring back hot cakes that
dad made for us. With the pancakes came my lunch. I was in
Horace Mann then, he packed me a lunch just like he packed for
the miners a huge thick ham sandwich, and a quarter of a raisin
pie.

When dad was the chef at the White House Cafe in Lowell, I
would go with Anna so she could type up the menu's. Dad would
give us ice cream.

Dad's favorite dirty story:

Paper will take anything.

Look what toilet paper takes.

From Stella.....

The story I heard about Dad's snoring was that he had the
loudest snore in town. Mom said that the neighbors next door to
them, in L.A., moved their bedroom to the other side of their
house because our Dad's snoring kept them awake. Barry and Louie
both said the one thing they remember most about their "Grand
Dad" was his snoring. They said it scared them it was so loud.

From Stella & Helen....

I always understood the story of Dad's loosing his teeth
happened when he made a trip to the dentist and said, "Pull them
all out." He then came home and took a swig of whiskey anytime
he had some pain. He never did get false teeth but I understand
he could even bite into an apple with his gums. When I told this
story to Helen, she said she never remembered Dad going to a
dentist, but she does remember his standing over the sink and
pulling his own teeth out with pliers. That is what you would
call one tough "dude."

From Louie....

Dad worked during the depression. He worked seven days a
week, went to work in the dark, usually came home in the dark.
The only time he got off was when he was too sick to work.

From Nick....

The White House and the Grand Cafe were in Lowell and I
believe they operated as partners. We used to be proud as hell,
after a months work when dad brought home $100.00 First thing
Mom did was send someone down to Benderack's store and pay off
our bill. Kuma always ended up giving a sack full of groceries
for being such good customers.

Dad, "big Louie" as he was known by his many friends
operated cafes in Bisbee. My earliest recollection were of the
Martin Cafe and the Good Fellow Cafe on Brewery Gulch. From the
Goodfellows, I, as a youngster would sometimes be asked to
deliver Bisbee Jail inmates breakfast. The breakfasts usually
consisted of a paper box full of pancakes and coffee.

From Brewery Gulch, Dad, along with three others moved to
the Grand Cafe in the Lowell area. In the late 30's, maybe 1936
or 1937, I washed dishes at the Grand. When you were day shift
you worked form 6 a.m. to 6 p.m. Everyone worked 12 hour shifts.
You would normally get off at the end of your shift unless your
relief failed to show. Then you worked until the rush was over.
It was not unusual to work from 6 a.m. to 10 p.m.

One time dad let me eat a big bowl of strawberry Jello which
resulted in a rash the next day. He thought it best that I lay
off a couple of days to let the rash clear up. I took three days
off and when I went back to work Dad had not only done the
cooking but also the dish washing. I felt bad when I found that
out, as I could have gone back in two days.

Taken from Burnett's Space, Bisbee Spirit, Feb. 14, 1984...

his column was talking about eating at a restaurant in
Lowell.....

"I remember a tireless waitress only known as Mary. She
could carry more plates of food than any person I ever
saw.....The cooking was done by a huge man with a huge black
mustache. He had a big meat cutters' block where he cut his own
steaks, chops, etc. and cooked same to order. I never ceased to
marvel at the way that man could turn out orders of fried eggs,
bacon, ham, steaks and flapjacks, and he seemed to do it so
easily."

From Winnie Pavlovich.....

Anna told me that she learned to make pies by sitting on a
stool in the resturants and watching her Dad. Anna really loved
her dad as she used to talk about him a lot.

Grandma Pavlovich told me two stories about her husband that
I can remember. Once he had his wallet stolen from him and he
said he knew for sure who had done it. Mom wanted to know why he
didn't get the money back. Dad's reply was simply, "He needed it
more than I did."

The other story concerned that chopping block. There was an
African-American man who would come to the restaurant to eat.
Back in those days feeding a black person in a restaurant was a
no-no. But Dad would put a table cloth on the chopping block and
lay out a full meal for the man.

Memories about Mom

From Leo....

I do recall one incident that involved both mom and dad. One
evening when we lived on Opera Drive, mom got a little upset
because dad had not come home on time. She was primarily upset
because it was payday. Anyway, she figured he had stopped at one
of the bars on Brewery Gulch and was gambling. Well now you will
recall that mom was 5'2" tall and weighed about 135 lbs. Dad on
the other hand was 6'1" and weighed about 300 lbs. But like the
old saying goes, dynamite comes in small packages. Well mom took
off for the Gulch to find dad. She walked into one of the bars
and saw the broad back of a gentleman sitting at a poker table.
She assumed it was dad and walked up behind him and grabbed him
by the nape of the neck and jerked him up out of the chair, only
to find out it was a total stranger. She came home and told us
about it but also swore us to secrecy. It turned out that dad
had to work late that night and had missed the bus.

From Donna (Proctor) Adcock....

Grandma told me that the first time she saw a black person
was in LA.. Until then she didn't know people came in different
colors. Her brother had hired a black man to work for him and
brought him home after work for a glass of wine. This was a
custom, a worker was brought home to share a glass of wine.
Grandma and her sister were very upset. They thought he had some
disease and had turned black because of it. They even hid the
glass he drank out of so they wouldn't catch it. Her brother
thought they were total idiots but they didn't care.

Grandma rode her first plane in the 1960's. After several
attempts to get the courage up, she finally flew to L. A. to
visit Anna and Stella. (Mom 's biggest concern about flying was
if the pilot's time would come for him to die, she didn't want to
be in the plane he was piloting. Stella) Grandma was so thrilled
that the flight didn't take long that she flew a lot after that.
In her lifetime she went from horses to jets. She was very
amazed by it all.

From Stella.....

(Years ago I asked Mom to write down some of the things she
remembered about growing up in Yugoslavia and this is what she
wrote for me.)

"About Yugoslavia.....When I was born it was called Austria.
There were 6 children, 1 boy and 5 girls. People were poor but
honest. They worked hard in the fields raising vegetables and
planting trees for fruit. They butchered cows or sheep or pigs
for meat. We used what we needed and the rest went to the market
to sell. Women carried baskets on their heads or they would have
a horse or burro to do it.

"Our little town Dubrovnik was built with an ocean on one
side and the mountains on the other. Ocean ships from all over
the world came to Dubrovnik, as well as lots of tourists. In
Dubrovnik there was just one Hospital. It didn't matter if you
were poor because the care was free. Every morning three doctors
came to see all the sick people and everyone had good care.

"Every one in the Village was Catholic and on Sunday
everyone went to Church and in the month of May it was rosary
every evening. We all went to pray. Taxes were very cheap. Our
King was in Vienna, Austria, and he was called Franc Josef
Harsburg. There was real peace and everyone was friendly. I
came to the United States in 1910, married in 1911 in Los Angeles
and moved to Arizona in 1919 on 5th of May.

"As a child we used to play house and we used a flat rock
for a table and made the cups out of clay for our dishes. Then
we played a game called Kalo. In Kalo we would join hands and
skip around in a circle similar to ring around the rosy. We
played jacks but we didn't have jacks or balls, we used rocks.
Our dolls which we called "baby" were old rags tied in the center
to make a head.

"I came over on the ship named the Martha Washington. It
was a smooth trip except for six days when the fog was so thick
that the fog horn blew constantly."

She remembers sitting down to eat and seeing all the forks
and spoons and wondering what you did with all of them. The
nicest part was that the musicians would come to your table and
play just for you. She lived like the "rich" for twenty-eight
days.

Leo Miletich, her brother, had paid for her way. He also made
arrangements for an agent to meet her in New York and take her to
a hotel. The hotel had gas lights, the elderly lady that was
rooming with her did not realize what the gas lights were and
blew it out at bed time. Mom said, "The gas smell was very bad.
The lady's son came to our rescue."

Mom was very disappointed in her first glimpse of the United
States. Back in Yugoslavia everyone had heard such wonderful
stories about this country and she knew that even the streets
were paved with gold. You can imagine the shock when she got off
the boat and Ellis Island to find muddy streets, noise, and
crowds.

Her trip by train to California was a cultural shock. The
first time she saw a person chewing gum she thought that
something was wrong with them because they kept moving their
mouth up and down. She was four days late arriving in L.A. and I
guess her family had given up hope of ever seeing her. When
there was no one to pick her up, she showed a man with a horse
and buggy the address and he took her there. The address was 711
Buena Vista which is now known as Broadway. It was my
understanding that there was a joyful reunion.

Mom said the main reason any woman was brought over from the
"Old Country" was to get married. So the process was started.
She started turning down proposals and her family threatened to
send her back to Yugoslavia if she didn't say yes pretty soon. I
used to tease her that she must have been quite a looker to have
so many suitors. Her reply was, "You could have been blind with
only one arm and you could have had your choice of husbands."
Eventually she was told Louis Pavlovich had offered to marry her
and she said, "He didn't look too bad," so Mom said "Yes."

Mom only got to go to school for three years and she loved
every day of it. She was the youngest of the daughters and her
chief duties were outside, chasing the cows or sheep, working
outdoors which she loved. She was chased out of the house while
the older girls did the house work, cooked and sewed. This
proved a bit of a problem was she was first married. Dad would
come home from work and the only thing (I understand) that he
wanted, was a meal cooked for him. Mom would come up to him and
ask, "Is it done yet?" He would check it, then she would ask
again, "Is it done yet?" I guess after a couple of days Dad
caught on that she didn't know how to cook. I don't know if he
helped her learn or she started to pick it up on her own. As I
remember she did a good job and I enjoyed everything she fixed
(except tripe) and if you didn't like what she cooked, the
solution was simple, "Go on down to the Copper Queen and buy your
dinner."

Some of the things that amazed me about Mom was that she was
tough. I heard about hard times, when her engagement ring spent
more time in the hock shop that on her finger. It was tough
raising a large family, and when illness hit it was especially
hard. There are stories of being stuck in the house for weeks
because of a quarantine for mumps or measles. She had to fight
every illness then from polio to scarlet fever.

She lost two pregnancies to miscarriages but carried eight
babies to full term. When she was expecting Louie the doctor
told her she better leave the house because she would lose the
baby. Mom told the doctor, "This baby will throw rocks at you
one day."

She was 43 when I was born. She had just come up from the
Whittig's house from eating watermelon when she told Dad to call
the doctor the baby was coming. By time he called and the doctor
made it to the house I was already 15 minutes old.

Mom taught herself to read and write English from reading the
newspaper. She never used much in the line of punctuation but
she could sound words out better than I could. When she would go
out with her "buddies" she would be the only one who could sign
the books because she could write English. Helen said that her
and Mrs. Fauland studied so hard for the citizenship. They
worked every day on it and she passed with flying colors.

In 1961 Mom was nominated for the Pima County Bar
Association's Naturalized American Award. She was honored
because all four sons served in Armed Forced during W.W.II and
the Korean Conflict.

Life became a little easier for her when we moved to Howell
Avenue and she had a yard to take care of and could grow flowers.
She liked working outside and was always out front to talk to
everyone who walked by on their way to town. The front porch was
a regular "town meeting" place. The gossip did fly and for a
young impressionable girl like me it was an education in small
town life.

Mom took on City Hall once that I remember. Our wall, that
fronted the parking lot, started to fall apart. She marched down
to the City Hall and demanded that they fix it since the cars
were the ones destroying it. They told her it was her wall so
she had to fix it. But by time the meeting ended and her speech
was over, the City did come to repair the wall. She also got
speedy service from the City any time she did call down after
that, I don't think they wanted her to attend any more meetings.

Mom really had no sense of humor. She believed everything
she was told, even when Lucy said, "Since Leo was a policeman for
the Air Force he would have to stay up in the air and conduct
traffic." Mom got worried about Leo being up there. But Mom
did have one favorite joke,

These two mice were walking along a field and
all of a sudden a cat sprung out at them. The
one mouse turned around at the cat and starting
barking, "ARF, ARF, ARF!"
The Cat got so scared thinking a dog was near by
that he ran off.
The mouse looked at her companion and said,
"It pays sometimes to know a second language."

Memories of Anna

From Lucy...

I don't have too many memories of Anna growing up in Bisbee
but I do remember her crying that she didn't want to go back to
school because kids picked on her. I think she went to St.
Pat's. I remember missing her a lot when she would leave Bisbee
and go to Los Angeles during the summer to visit cousins. I
guess she was fifteen or sixteen then. Uncle Leo Miletich sent
her to Woodberrys Business college when we were in L. A.

From Winnie.....

Ann loved to sing and play the piano. (I understand that she
could pick out a tune just by listening to it. Stella) I guess in
her younger days she also was an avid reader but after TV. the
reading stopped. Anna also loved to go dancing at the
Yugoslavian Hall and all the picnics that they gave there.

She loved making pies for her boys. She made all kinds of
pies with the fruit she had in the yard.

Anna and her Mom wrote to each other every week even if it
was just a couple of line.

Barry only remembers going to Bisbee for Stella and Jims'
wedding with Stella Vushich. Aunt Stella would have to stop
frequently on the way to have her lemon and hot water.

Barry and I visited Bisbee on Thanksgiving with Tony and
Anna. We had two children then, Ann and Mike. I met all the
relatives but mostly I remember it being very cold and snow on
the ground.

Tony and Anna visited Yugoslavia two times, once for three
months that included some of Europe. Most of the visit was with
Tony's relatives but Anna liked the sight seeing, especially the
museums.

Anna loved all of her grandchildren and enjoyed them all.

Memories of Paul

From Leo....

I have heard stories about the three older brothers. It
seems that Paul was a smoker early in life. Like most everyone
in Bisbee at that time, he could not afford to buy cigarettes so
he sent Nick and Lou down to the Copper Queen Hotel to pick up
stogies for him. He figured that is where the people with money
stayed, so they would be smoking the good stuff.

From Stella....

In a "time-line sheet" I have in 1938, Paul was listed as a
clerk at the Safeway Pay'n Takit and in 1940, he was a mucker for
the Phelps Dodge. In 1942 he was listed as being in the Army.
In 1946, Paul is listed as a Fireman. I remember if being out at
the Fort, which was deserted at that time. While they were
fighting forest fires he said he used to cook for the other fire
fighters right off the flames of the burniong trees. I believed
him, I was young, I believed anything my brothers and sisters
told me.

Mom received a telegram on November 14, 1944 saying that Lt.
Paul L. Pavlovich was seriously wounded in action in Belgium on
October the 26. The telegram Mom received arrived on Sunday.
Louie was in Fort Sam Houston at that time. (This information
from a Review article.)

When Paul came home, from the war, he soon developed a
"game" with me. He would go into the bathroom to clean his false
eye out and I would follow him in and he would take the eye out
and chase me around the house with me screaming my head off. I
was never really frightened, I just wanted the attention. Later
on in years, when I was at his home in Oregon his glass eye would
fall out now and then. So he just kept it in the box on the
coffee table and put on dark glasses if anyone came to visit.

Memories from Lucy

I was born in Los Angeles and was brought to Bisbee when I
was nine months old. I spent some of my childhood in L. A. but
mostly in Bisbee.

The only attraction in Lowell was the Grand Cafe and they
had a dance hall. I was sixteen and not supposed to be there.

At home, besides food and wine at the dinner table there was
two other items: the Curpu (rag) and the prute (switch). We had
no napkins so if you needed to wipe your mouth it was "pass the
Curpu" and if you misbehaved you got the switch (prute).

When the time came to order the grapes for Dad's wine. The
grapes were delivered to the bottom of the steps. They refused
to carry them up the 64 steps to the house, us kids did it. Then
we had the privilege of having our feet washed so we could stomp
the grapes in a wash tub.

Wine being mentioned, Paul talked me into sneaking a gallon
of Dad's wine, out of the wood shed, and up the back steps to
him. He promised I could go with him and his friends. I never
got to go.

My most dreaded chore was when I was about 14 years old. We
had an out house in the front yard. It had a flush toilet but we
brought the slop jar (Bocarisch) into the house at night. Next
day, Mama says "Lucy empty the Bocarich." I would sneak out the
front door and carefully look up the steps and down the steps to
make sure no one was around to see me carrying the Bocarisch out.

One of the neighbor ladies was having a baby and mama went
to help. I kept saying, "Mrs. Baker is having a baby," dear Anna
said, "Lucy! You quit talking dirty."

When I reached the age of 21, dad sent for me. Not to wish
me a Happy Birthday but "Lulee (that's what he called me)
remember to always vote a straight Democratic ticket."

Los Angeles, held nothing real good there. The depression
was going on and we had to depend on relatives for hand outs.
One thing I remember about L. A. was Nick throwing the ball
against the house causing the earth quake.

The last move we made from L. A. was when Leo was a baby, I
was 14. We traveled by train, except Mom bummed a ride for Paul
with the moving van, saved the price of a train ticket. These
people unloaded the furniture at the bottom of the steps. They
refused to climb the steps. At that time the train came into
Bisbee across from the Lyric.

Memories from Nick

Growing up in Bisbee was probably no different than other
places. We worked for show money, at this time admission was 5
cents for Saturday afternoon matinees. There was no show money
from home so we sold coal sacks back to the coal dealers and with
a magnet walked all the ditches and gullies looking for brass and
copper which we sold to junk dealers, one dealler was a Mr.
Brooks on O.K. Street. Copper and brass brought us 2 1/2 cents
per pound. Any pennies we had left were good for gum or candy
from the concession stand next door to the Lyric which was
operated by a cranky old Greek named George Economy. Seems to me
he sold booze as well as sweets.

Often I got to go to Stevens market, in Old Bisbee, for 15
cents worth of short ribs. It made a good meal of soup,
potatoes, and short rib meat. I still enjoy boiled dinners to
this day.

In Bisbee I went to Central Hoarce Mann and Bisbee High. In
High school I was too small to participate in many sports. I did
play some JV basketball under Stuart Sheets.

It was very much the custom that the women all stayed home
on holidays and the men, in groups of three of four would make
house calls on friends and neighbors. They would have some wine
or a shot of whiskey and a snack and then off to the next house I
can't recall ever seeing any of them drunk. (Seems to me I can
remember Bill Imrich being the first one at our house, very early
in the morning. Mr. Imrich would also make sure we were the last
house of the day. By the time he would get there in the evening
he would tell us stories about his great flying feats in World
War I. As the drinks flowed the planes soon became high-powered
rockets. Stella)

The war in Europe was going on and I recall our journalism
teacher, Mrs. Edith James, giving us a wedding story assignment.
My story was related to John Bull (England) and Clara Nazi Cow
(Germany) getting married and living happily ever after. Mrs.
James kept this and read it to all of her war time classes. (MY
only claim to journalism fame.) I also shook up my English
teacher by making a book report on Emily Posts book of etiquette.

When we moved back to Bisbee all our stuff was loaded on a
hard rubber wheel truck belonging to Malign Transfer. They
arrived in Bisbee, found Opera Drive, looked up the steps and
then unloaded everything at the bottom and took off. We had
plenty of help from neighbors getting the stuff up.

Seemed like I always had a job in Bisbee. My first job
$1.00 (one dollar) a month was at Webster News Stand, which was
located at the corner of the parking lot and the Post Office in
old Bisbee. I opened at 6 a.m., went to school, and returned
after school to work until closing time, about 7 p.m. I also
sold the Bisbee Evening Ore. I would check out my papers at the
office and then head for Brewery Gulch to sell papers to the men
drinking in the bars on the Gulch.

I also had Bisbee Review paper routes, Routes 13 and 14.
Route 13 was O.K. Street and part of Brewery Gulch while 14 was
part of Brewery gulch and Opera Drive. My brother Louie and I
would usually get up early, about 1 a.m. in order to get to the
review press room early. We would count out ten or more extras
which we sold to men on the streets. When Will Rogers and Wiley
Post were killed I sold many papers as EXTRAS. I had helped Paul
sell papers on a corner in L.A. and I knew how to hawk them. The
last EXTRA ever put out in Bisbee was when the Japanese bombed
Pearl Harbor. I loaded up an old Ford and took several thousand
of them to Fr. Huachuca. Sold every one.

In 1940, after my junior year in high school I was given a
job in the mines. I went to work in the Sacramento shaft. It
beat the hell out of washing dishes and paid better, $4.15 a day.
Worked that summer and requested to work straight night shifts
and finish high school. I remember going up to the General
Office to see General Superintendent, Pat Henry, the Big Boss.
He came out of his office and met me at the front and looked like
a giant of a man in a brown suit. I was scared to death of him.
He pointed his finger at me and said, "Nick, we are going to
allow you to work, but if you get hurt I will kill you." Made it
through O.K.

I worked at the Sacramento shaft for three years, the war
was young and a lot of the miners had gone to the service or ship
yards. A time or two I was the only worker on a level and the
shift boss would come around to help blast. I was surprised at
myself, as a 130 pounder being able to perform some of the
underground tasks, like handling heavy machines and mine timbers.

After the Sacramento was shut down I transferred to the Cole
shaft. Of all the underground jobs I like running a motor the
most. It wasn't constant heavy hard work although there were
many problems with wet chutes, hung up chutes, muddy cars, loaded
cars off the track, bad track and lots of times working alone.
But if you didn't get the job done, that was before the war,
there were others to replace you.

I was pulling a load of "E" cars coming out of the Cole one
night shift, going a little fast, as I was late, had a car jump
the track and wrecked about four cars. There was no time to
clean up the wreck, as it was late. Anyway going up that night I
was instructed to see the night foremen. I thought sure I was
getting fired, but instead was instructed to call the employment
agent the next day. I called Frank Kasun, the employment agent
and was offered a job as sampler for the Assay office. I jumped
at the chance to work on top, although my hours were from 2 A.M.
to 10 A.M. With this much afternoon time on my hands I applied
and got a job from Carl Morris being a radio announcer for KSUN.
I would work the Assay office go home and sleep a bit and work
the radio station from 2 p.m. to sign off at 10 p.m., I don't
think I was much of an announcer but the experience was good and
paid off when I went into the Navy.

After my discharge I returned to the Assay office and in
1956 transferred to the Bisbee Daily Review. I started as
Circulation Manager and in about a year was Office Manager. I
enjoyed my ten years at the Review, learning to use the camera
and building and using a dark room. I had married Bonnie by this
time and when her father, Carl Morris, died in a scuba diving
accident in Mexican waters, I stepped into the Cable T. V.
business. Spent 24 years in the Cable business until we sold it
in July of 1988.

Living in Los Angeles

From Nick.....

When we moved to Calif. in late 20's or early 30's we went
by train. We would board the train about 2 P.M. and I believe
Mom always had plenty of sandwiches and we would arrive in L.A.
about 9 or 10 in the morning. Most of our stuff was shipped in
trunks.

Earthquake...... We were living in California in 1933, the year
that Long Beach and Compton were hit hard by a large earthquake.
It was about 5:45 P.M., a Friday, as I remember and I was
listening to my favorite radio show, Al, Mack and Tommy, young
guys that used to fly around making all kinds of rescues, my
heroes. Friday night dinner was ready and Mom wanted me to come
in and eat. No-No. I had to hear the rest of this great
adventure. After about three calls Mom came into the living room
and turned off the radio. I got mad and stomped out the front
door, locking the door as I went out. I was in front of the
house on 207 W. 49th tossing a tennis ball against the steps when
the earthquake hit. The noise, the shaking scared the hell out
of me. The noise was awful and as I looked around, the power
poles and trees were all dancing a jig to the noise. It seemed
like this went on for a long time. Our house suffered no damage.
The big brick chimney at the Main Street school collapsed and
fell through the school. Holy Cross school on 47th and Main
suffered a little damage. Very little damage to our house but
that night we all had a restless sleep with the after shocks.

While in L. A. in between 1930 and 1933, I can remember
passing out hand bills for the Strand and Mission theaters which
are both on Broadway which entitled us to free movies. One
night I saw the movie the Wax Museum. Scared the hell out of
this kid and that night I broke all speed records getting home on
my skates. I knew some of the mummies would drop out of a tree
on me. There were lots of Saturday afternoon westerns with Tom
Mix, Hoot Gibson, Tim Mc Coy and others. I won a pair of skates
at the Strand Theater Saturday drawing. I remember hiding the
skates on Thanksgiving as the Catholic Charities brought us a
food basket. I was afraid they would think we were rich if they
spotted the skates.

In L. A. I saw an ad in the local paper about oranges one
cent a dozen. I took a dime and went to that store for ten
dozen. When I got the oranges in the paper bags they weighed a
ton, but I made it home.

As I recall, I was happy going to Main Street school but the
pressure was on to send us to Holy Cross. We didn't have the
money but were admitted anyway, (I guess to save our souls.) I
still fought the change but Paul told me of the nice things they
had such as a golf course, basketball and baseball. The only
thing they had was a handball court. Got pretty good at it and
ended up with a tough right hand.

When we visited in L. A. we usually walked. All of us
together, must of looked like a convoy. There was one women, we
used to visit, we enjoyed her because she always had ice cream.
She had to be rich we thought. Had some relatives that lived on
Hoover Street, the Gurachich family and we always enjoyed them
because they had a typewriter and they would allow us to play
with it. When I went out for Anna's 50th, Baldo remembered our
fascination for that old machine.

War Times....

When it came time to go into the service I was given some
advice by Sgt. Bowman who had run the draft board in Bisbee. He
told us, Les William, Charlie Ham and me to take a certain
sergeant out that night and buy him booze and dinner. Because of
that strategy we were assigned to the Navy and off to boot camp
in San Diego.
After boot camp my shipping orders were delayed because I
was being considered for Radio Intelligence school, but being
first generation, I was ruled out. I was assigned to KU5Q Navy
radio. We were the studio and technical people who took care of
the network radio correspondents. I handled several shows for
Adm. Nimitz, even had a microphone for him with five stars on it.
I met a lot of people in the unit who were top grade radio people
from all over the US. The biggest program I ever handled was
the Japanese surrender Ceremony from the Missouri, of which I was
at Master control, and a show from the Sub Swordfish, when Nimitz
turned his command over to Adm. Spruance.

Memories from Louie

Los Angeles....The most graphic memory for me came when I was
about 10 years old and a big earthquake hit the Los Angeles-Long
Beach area. If memory serves me right about 130 people were
killed in the quake, most in the Long Beach area. The tremor
struck as we were eating dinner and as the house shook violently,
all of us scrambled from the dinner table and sprinted out the
back door. My brother Nick, if I remember correctly, had
finished eating and was throwing a ball up in the air and
catching it next to a telephone pole when the quake struck. The
telephone pole swayed and the ground shook and the ball did a
"jig" in the air. I had nightmares over the quake for several
months especially when I went to bed and either imagined or felt
an earthquake. This was in 1933 when we were living at 207 W.
49th St.

When we were youngsters living in Los Angeles, Nick and I
always listened to the radio. He would cheer for USC and I
favored Norte Dame when they played their big game. Sometimes it
got heated if one team or the other would lose.

One of the things that stuck in my brain from those days was
a commercial. I was in San Diego, in bed, about 5 A.M. when I
suddenly started singing the song from that 1930's radio
commercial. Rose, thought I had suddenly gone berserk. The
commercial went like this:

Blue Green Gas....Blue Green Gas....

put it in your motor and there's no one you can't pass..

there's no one on the highway that you can't pass....

if you use Blue Green Gas!"

In Bisbee I had a newspaper route that included upper
Brewery Gulch. I always wondered why the ladies in the red light
district always had money to pay for their newspaper. I got the
message later as I matured and learned a few things about life.

When I delivered papers (about 3 - 4 A.M. daily) up Brewery
Gulch, I always walked by the Aira Bakery there. Mr. Aira was
always busy in his place of business, preparing bread for the
forthcoming day's delivery and sales. One day I noticed he went
out to the middle of Brewery Gulch, relieved himself, then went
back to kneading the dough for the bread. I wondered if that was
why the Aira bread had that distinctive flavor.

When we lived on Opera Drive, I was often teasing "little
brother" Leo. The Rodriguez family next door had a large cat
named "Concha." I teased Leo that "Concha is going to get your
mish!"...and after a lot of screaming from Leo, Mom got tired of
it all, hit me over the head with a broom, and broke the handle
of the broom I got the message; don't tease Leo any more. (From
Stella: Seems to me that those teasing matches ended up out on
the steps with Louie and Leo going away at each other, neighbors
yelling that they were going to kill each other, and Mom in the
middle of it swinging the broom.)

I'll never forget how I suddenly became sports editor of the
Bisbee Daily Review, when I was working there as a senior in high
school. Charlie Modesette, the sports editor, went out for
dinner about 5:30 P.M. He usually came back after dinner and put
the sports page together so that it could be set into type before
we went to press around midnight.

Charlie went to Wallace's Pool Hall, started playing pool
and drinking beer. After about an hour and a half, we decided to
look for the absent Modesette. He was now drunker than the
proverbial skunk and there was no way he was going to make it
back to work. So I was suddenly told to get the sports page out
and I became the sport's editor (Charlie returned to work the
next day, as though absolutely nothing happened.)

When Anna's son, Louie, was visiting us in Bisbee years ago,
we all decided to show him Naco, Sonora, Mexico. As we returned
from Naco the man at the American Border check point asked us for
our individual names. "Louis Pavlovich," I told him. "Louis
Pavlovich" said the California Lou. "Louis Pavlovich" said my
son, Lou, Jr. who was a youngster at that time. The government
man didn't know whether to toss us in jail for making fun of him
or what. But we explained it all and we escaped. (Lou, Jr. when
he finally had his son, knew before hand that there were too many
"Lou's" around, so their son is named Joseph.)

Memories from Helen

I was born on July 9, 1927, at 132 B Opera Drive. Sometime
after that we moved to Los Angeles, and we lived at 207 W. 49th
Street. Today this is called the Watts District, I believe. We
had an Irish family to the left of our house and a family named
Klies (not sure of the spelling) to the right of us. Across the
street there was a family named Heck. There was also a Chinese
family who had a boy about my age. We were friends and I loved
to go to his house because his mother made delicious chop suey.

My family hasn't let me live down the time my mother was all
set up in the back yard to wash my hair. I didn't want my hair
washed so I took off running down the side of the house and on
the lawns of neighbors crying. The neighbors thought I was being
abused and were pretty upset. Don't remember which member of the
family was chasing me, but I was caught, and yes, I got my hair
washed.

I also remember the earthquake of 1933. It was dinner time
and Nick was called to come to dinner. He was listening to a
program on the radio and didn't want to come. I think he must
have gotten into trouble so he went out to the front yard. That
is when the quake struck. Mother got us all out into the back
yard and told us to go get Nick. We went to the front yard and I
can still see the telephone poles bending with the force of the
quake. After it was over we all took a walk to look at the
damage which was extensive. We were lucky, our house sustained
no damage. The Irish lady next door was really upset because she
lost a very large collection of tea cups. Our neighbor, Arlene
Klies, came to our house to sleep that night. We didn't sleep
much but sure did a lot of nervous giggling.

I was the flower girl at Anna's wedding. I was four years
old. I had a beautiful ruffled dress and cousin Lucy Vusich
curled my hair by using a curling iron she heated by putting it
in the flame of the cook stove. I did just fine going into the
church and dropped the rose petals I had in my basket as I was
told to do. After the ceremony when we were leaving the church,
a lady grabbed my arm and told me not to walk so fast. She
scared me to death and I panicked and ran crying to my mother.

We came back to Bisbee and moved into the house on Opera
Drive. It was not as nice as the California house. In fact it
was really run down. But, that is where we stayed until Mom
bought the house on Howell Avenue. Dad passed away in 1942 and
after that the house was repaired and painted and looked nice.
Mom always wanted it painted white with green trim. We had a lot
of good neighbors on Opera Drive and there were plenty of kids
around to play with. We always had something going on. The City
of Bisbee blew a whistle that could be heard all over the City at
9:00 P.M. When we heard that we all started running for home.
That was our curfew. Our house was 64 stairs up and we all ran
up and down them several times a day. We have gone back up to
the house in recent years and the stairs are now a lot narrower
and steeper than I remember them to be. the house is still
there. It is so small it's hard to imagine how a large family
lived in it. The house on Howell Avenue was beautiful. Stella
and I had our own bedroom with matching twin beds. We felt like
queens. I had my own bedroom at the old house for awhile. It
was a bed set up in the "wash house." The decor included a
wringer washing machine and wash tubs. Not very glamorous, but
it was MY room. The largest wash tub, incidentally, was also the
bath tub which we were suppose to use every Saturday night,
whether we needed it or not.

I married John Fauland on October 28, 1950. We went to San
Diego and lived there for about six months. John was working for
Ryan Air Craft, but he really wanted to teach. He heard about a
job opening in another town in California and took a few days off
to go apply for it. He did not get the job and when Ryan Air
Craft found out where he had been they laid him off. We were
expecting our first child, so we packed up and came back to
Bisbee. John got a job in the mines, until they went on strike.
Then just before school was ready to start he got a call saying
there was an opening in the Bisbee School District. So he got
his first teaching job at Horace Mann School in the seventh
grade. Patricia Ann was born on December 3, 1951. Our son,
Vincent John, was born September 20, 1953 and Kenneth Michael was
born on August 12, 1955. We rented in several places and even
lived with Mom for awhile. In 1958 we bought the house at 601
Bisbee Road and still live there today.

Bisbee was a good place to raise children. Our children did
well in school and went on to college after graduating from high
school. All three have earned college degrees and I am very
proud of that fact. Today, Patricia is married to Joseph
Seifter and they have two sons, Nikolas and Patrick. Patricia
teaches first grade in the Sierra Vista School District. Vincent
is the L.A.N. (Local Area Network) administrator for the City of
Phoenix Public Works Department. He is married to Mary Ellen
Enright and they have two daughters, Heather who is 11 and Haley
Rose, who is only a few months old now. Kenneth is single and
works as a Nuclear Medicine Technician in Mesa. He is also a
musician and has been for 20 plus years, first as a member of the
36th Army Band and then the Arizona National Guard Band. He has
also played in dance bands in the Phoenix area.

John retired from teaching after 36 years in 1987. I
retired about six months before him. I was working as a legal
secretary. I started working for lawyers while I was still in
high school and worked thirty years in that capacity.

Memories from Leo

When I was very young and owned a BB gun I was practicing my
marksmanship in the front yard, and was doing very well, when
little sister Stella wanted to join in. So I conned her into
holding up a small bottle top and I was suppose to shoot it out
of her hand. Well, the flight of a BB is not always perfect,
especially when you are recycling BBs. Some of them had been
bounced off of wall and were no longer round. My aim was perfect
and I squeezed off the shot, but the BB didn't go where I was
looking. I hit Stella in the wrist. Needless to say her yelling
brought mom down on me like a ton of bricks. Gee, you'd think
she was shot or something.

First Haircut.....Then there was the story of my first haircut.
I was about five or six years old and everyone decided that I
needed a regular haircut rather than the home barber. So I was
packed up and taken to a small barber shop on Brewery Gulch. I
got up in the chair and they put the cloth around my neck. This
much I was accustomed to, but then the barber turned on the
electric razor and started up the back of my neck. That's when I
panicked. I flew out of the chair, called the man everything but
a child of God and went racing out of the place with the neck
cloth flapping in the breeze, never to go back in that place
again. I don't remember who finished the haircut for me, but I
know it wasn't that barber.

One of the neat things about growing up in Bisbee was the
hills around us. The yard at the house on Opera Drive was very
small. What was there was taken up by a huge fig tree and a
small vegetable garden, so if you wanted to play with your
friends, you usually ended up climbing a hill or running around
the mountains. No one ever got up tight about their kids taking
a trek over "B" hill, or worry about them. At least I never
heard of anyone getting concerned. It was not uncommon for me
and some of my buddies to climb up to the "Cross" and catch a
wild horse or burro and play cowboy all day long. There was one
occasion where we did that and almost got trampled by a really
wild burro, but no one got hurt. As they say, no harm no foul.

Memories from Stella

One of the best part of Opera Drive that I remember is the
neighbors. As you walked up the steps the Echave and Gregovich
families were at the bottom. Next came the Vargas family who had
two sons, Arthur and Manuel. Right across from us was the
Rodriguez family they had a son was Ernesto and a daughter Lucy.
Lucy had three children, Oscar, Octavio and Amelia.

Above the Rodriguez home (at the top of the stairs) were
Mary and Ed Conley, my Numie and Old Socks. They had one son
named Ed. There were two Brajovich families that lived in
houses above us across from Conleys. The Kuhenz family lived next
to us with out back yards connecting.

I, of course, was the darling of all the mothers and I could
do no wrong. But I was the terror of the neighborhood to all of
the boys. All they had to do was look at me crossed eyed and I'd
scream bloody murder and they would get into trouble. They let
me play cowboys and Indians with them a few times. When they tied
me up and left me I finally caught on to their game.

I used to go to the Vargas home and one of my greatest joys
was to help Mrs. Vargas roll the tortilla dough up into little
balls and watch her, with a few quick slaps of her hands, make
them round and then she would cook them on the top of the wood
stove.

Every summer, the boys of the neighborhood, with Leo in the
middle of the pack, would love to go into the neighbor's yard to
collect butterflies. I never once saw a butterfly but their
pockets used to come out bulging with fruit. Since I was the
darling of the boys they gave me all the green fruit. To this
day I still prefer to have my apricots and peaches on the green
side.

Mary and Ed Conley were always a very special part of my
life. Numie, (Mary), helped to deliver me, and as I was born she
told Mom, "I think she's Chinese, think we better send her back."
They were my God-parents and I know I spent a lot of time just
watching Old Socks (ED) work in his work shop, which was carved
into the hill under their house. Numie, worked for our Dad, as a
waitress, for "seven years, seven months, and seven days," is
what she always said. She had some great stories about "rolling
drunks" down Brewery Gulch, in a barrel, and the wilder time in
Bisbee.

Typing up all the other stories brought up many parallels in
my life with my older brothers and sisters. The pressure was
brought upon Mom to send us, Leo and me, to Catholic School. Leo
refused and won out, I didn't fight it and was able to attend St.
Patrick from third grade on. One of the best benefits of going
to St. Pats was Rosalie Hallsted and I became good friends. (We
all know where that led to.) I remember when I was in eighth
grade I told Rosalie how exciting it must be to have a brother
who was the High School Student Body President. She soon set me
straight and let me know that it wasn't any big deal, it was just
her brother.

Growing up with Leo and Helen

By the time I was born, all the older brothers and sisters
were busy being grown-ups, working, Anna was married and had her
two sons, Lucy was married soon after. So I had most of my
growing up with Leo and with Helen as a second mother. I
remember most of the neighbors having bigger yards than ours,
which wasn't too hard to do. But we had the FIG TREE. That tree
was a "jungle gym" for Leo and me. We climbed all over the tree
and through the branches. Leo used to encourage me to take
greater and greater leaps from limb to limb. His teaching method
for courage was, "Just count to three, then jump." I was getting
pretty good at it till I missed one branch and landed on "Dad's"
bench that was turned upside down under the tree. Mom called
Ernesto and he carried me down the steps and then they rushed me
to the doctor. I can remember thinking that it was really great
because Ernesto carried me all the way down those 64 steps. Only
other thing I remember about the fall was the doctor pulling the
tape off me later, I really hope I busted his ear drums with my
scream for "pulling" that trick on me.

Leo and I used to walk together, most of the time, to
school, and our path used to be up to the top of the flight of
stairs and over the hill to High School hill. Those hills were
also our play ground and many hours were spent just running
around on them.

On one visit to the Kristovich house, one of Dad's
partners, Helen became my rescuer. For once, Helen, Leo, and I,
were allowed to go out and play and not just sit quietly while
the grown ups talked. They had a nice yard with a deep fish pond
in it. I started to go spin around, around, and around. I
stopped at the fish pond to look in and all went blank. Leo,
(I'm told) panicked and ran into the house screaming and yelling
for help. Helen, did some quick thinking and pulled me out. The
next thing I remember is being wrapped up in a blanket and seeing
all my clothes wet and hanging up. All future visits were done
with me sitting and listening to the grown ups talk. If Leo was
around he would always entertain me by scratching himself on the
arm or leg and I would watch him hypnotically. Pretty soon I
would be itching like mad and be getting nasty looks from Mom and
a sharp command to "Sit still."

One of the skills I never learned in Bisbee was how to ride
a bike. No one that I knew owned one, who would carry a bike up
64 steps and back down, we just walked. But I did have a
memorable bike ride once. While attending St. Pat's, probably
5th or 6th grade, I got one of those famous Pavlovich nose
bleeds. The nuns called mom and she asked them to get me to Dr.
***Peepegertus. Now in those day the nuns didn't drive and the
only driver was Father Howard and he wasn't around. So my
teacher got an eight grade boy, the only one with a bike and
instructed him to take me to the doctors. They balanced me on
the handle bars and I sat there holding on with one hand and with
the other hand holding a towel to my nose to help stem the flow
of blood. I remember looking down the St. Pat's hill and
starting to pray as he took off. My most vivid memories are fear
and the boy constantly screaming, "Keep your feet off the wheel!"
Mom was waiting at the doctors and thanked the brave courier for
bringing me. I never really wanted to ride a bike again.

Reading the other memories helped to stir some up for me, I,
too, worked for the Bisbee Review. (That newspaper seemed to
play a big part in our families' lives.) They must have been
desperate because one of the first jobs I had was proof reader.
Mom would only let me stay out to 11:00 P.M. but they took me for
those hours. Now, you have to realize that I'm one of the worst
spellers going and I really don't know if I was any good at the
job or not. The other job I had was to get on the bus and travel
from Bisbee to Warren, stopping at all the stores for bits of
news for the local new (gossip) column. I soon learned not to go
into the garages because the "men" there would give me stories
like, "Mr. & Mrs. Smith stopped off at the local motel. Ha, Ha,
Ha," They would laugh with a sneer. I, in my innocence, didn't
understand but I knew it was something I should blush about and
obliged them by turning bright red. My best friend, Rosalie
Hallsted, was a big help for that column. She would let me know
when her family would go to Tombstone to visit their aunt and
uncle for a birthday. I would use all their names in the column,
which was great because I got paid by the inch.

The fourth of July was a special time for me. Leo and
Helen told me (in my younger days) that the parade and all the
excitement was just for me. Now, who wouldn't want to believe
that. The fourth was great, my birthday, parades, parties, and
fireworks.....and they were all for me. When I was old enough
and found out THE TRUTH my dreams were shattered probably for a
day or two. Then I decided that I would just share my
celebration with our country....thought it was quite noble of me.

When big brothers got home from the war it was a big change
for me. I had brothers back trying to be Fathers to me and doing
their best to keep the family together. Nick would have his
friends over to listen to the records he had made during his stay
in the war. I was always chased out of the house because I was
too youngto hear them. I remember sitting on the steps
listening to the men laugh as they listened to the records.

I remember hikes to the Cross with Numie and sack lunches.
When we moved to Howell Avenue I lived in the Rec Center across
the street. Rosalie and I were always in the swimming pool and
bowling, Our skills on the lanes were well known and soon
earned us the title of "Gutter Ball" queens. There are also
memories of going to the movies (10 cents for matinees then) and
being sure you didn't sit under the lights because you knew they
would fall down any minute.

If you had been in the movies and you heard it raining you
knew there was no hurry to get out because you couldn't cross
Brewery Gulch to walk home. You would come out of the movies and
watch the water run down into the gully with such force that it
left you breathless.

The only bad part about growing up in a small town and being
the youngest was when you made it to High School. Believe it or
not some of the teachers were still there that had had all my
older brothers and sisters. I always heard, "I remember Louie or
Nick or Helen or Leo." Actually since I followed Leo most of the
teachers looked at me with trepidation until they discovered I
was an "angel." Well, I was less trouble than Leo was. (I
understand Leo did keep those teachers on their toes, but then
those are his stories to tell.)

Jim and I were married on November 26, 1954. We had six
children, Rick, Mike, David, Dawna, Steve, and Sandra. Rick
married Pam Mayerfeld and they have two daughters, Kristin and
Kimberly. David married Susan Wittstock and they have two sons,
Jonathan and Benjamin. Dawna married Charles Cuny. All in all,
it has been a great life. Very proud of our children, their
accomplishments, and adore those grandchildren.

Family Wrap up by Louie

We have come a long way from those days and all of the
family seems to have enjoyed a certain measure of success, in one
way or another.

Paul did well, working for Lane County in Eugene, Oregon.
He and his lovely wife, Marion lived a quiet life in Eugene. They
traveled some and enjoyed their retirement years until poor
health slowed them down. Paul did well financially.

Nick is now a retired Cable TV "mogul." Nick and Bonnie did
well when they sold the Bisbee TV outlet. Bonnie and Nick raised
two fine, talented daughters and are enjoying their grand
children.

Rose and I lived a comfortable life, we owned some property
in Tucson. We had two sons, Larry and Louie. After Rose had two
minor strokes I felt it was better for her not to be in the
kitchen so we were able to eat out at the best restaurants almost
every day. I'm still involved with "Collegiate Baseball"
newspaper, keeping busy.

Leo did well in his job of procuring real estate for the Post
Office and is still "wheeling and dealing" with property in Green
Valley, Arizona where he lives in retirement with his wife,
Shirley.

As for the girls, Anna, with Tony raised two sons. Tony did
well in business and real estate and they enjoyed prosperity.
They lived in many different cities of Southern California. Anna
will forever stick in my mind as the personification of great
courage and valor. She must have suffered tremendously over
those years and our heart went out to her. Never once did I hear
her complain. She deserves the Congressional Medal of Honor and
I'm sure she is wearing it in heaven right now. Also deserving
medals are Barry, Winne, Lou and Bev for all those years of
attention to a grand lady.

Lucy, while working at the telephone company, had the fun of
raising five children with her husband, Joe. She now lives in a
beautiful home in Warren enjoying her grandchildren and great
grandchildren. When she gets involved, she can toss the most
beautiful dinners and social engagements of anyone around. She
reminds me of Madam Pearl Mesta who was billed as the "hostess
with the Mostest". Lucy can toss a party with class.

Helen and John are living comfortably in retirement in
Warren and seem to be enjoying their grand kids as much as anyone
can. Helen worked in the Court House and as a secretary for
several lawyers. John and her raised three wonderful kids. They
also live in a lovely home and Helen is one of the most creative
artist in Arizona and has shared her talent with the extended
care section of the hospital in Bisbee. Her greeting cards are
a delight to receive.

Stella and Jim have done well. Stella taught computers at an
elementary school, parish secretary and has kept her hand in oil
painting and writing. With their six children, Jim and her, have
always led an active life in so many ways, contribution to
church, community and family.

That's about it for now. The "whole family" did pretty well
and we should all be proud of our accomplishments. We have
survived some tough times, enjoyed the good times, and have been
blessed.